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o5-- you can go your own way-- [accidental video//action]
[The stream turns on to show the back of a certain young Musketeer holding a biscuit in his hand, looking down, and speaking to someone or something unseen.]
Sit. Yes, good girl! [Let's hope it's not a woman he's speaking to.
He bends down, makes a few kissy noises and straightens up, moving out of the frame. As he disappears, a husky can be seen, sitting patiently. If you're familiar with Philip, you're probably familiar with his dog, Faraday. Except she's D'Artagnan's dog now, and he's trying his best to be good to her. Really. She tilts her head as D'Artagnan swears off screen, whines at him, and stands.
D'Artagnan appears again, offering her another treat. She takes it and he scratches behind her ears. He moves offscreen again, mumbles something the microphone doesn't pick up and Faraday whines at him again, jumps around for a moment and then bolts out the door.]
Hey, hey wait! [D'Artagnan runs to the door, holding a bright tennis ball, and then runs back into the room, grabbing his device.]
Hello, yes, if you see a dog, could you please let me know? She won't hurt you or anything, she's just friendly. Her name's Faraday, but only responds to that sometimes. Thank you.
[And the feed cuts off with a blur-- most likely D'Artagnan running out the door with it. How far has she gotten? D'Artagnan has no way of knowing.]
Sit. Yes, good girl! [Let's hope it's not a woman he's speaking to.
He bends down, makes a few kissy noises and straightens up, moving out of the frame. As he disappears, a husky can be seen, sitting patiently. If you're familiar with Philip, you're probably familiar with his dog, Faraday. Except she's D'Artagnan's dog now, and he's trying his best to be good to her. Really. She tilts her head as D'Artagnan swears off screen, whines at him, and stands.
D'Artagnan appears again, offering her another treat. She takes it and he scratches behind her ears. He moves offscreen again, mumbles something the microphone doesn't pick up and Faraday whines at him again, jumps around for a moment and then bolts out the door.]
Hey, hey wait! [D'Artagnan runs to the door, holding a bright tennis ball, and then runs back into the room, grabbing his device.]
Hello, yes, if you see a dog, could you please let me know? She won't hurt you or anything, she's just friendly. Her name's Faraday, but only responds to that sometimes. Thank you.
[And the feed cuts off with a blur-- most likely D'Artagnan running out the door with it. How far has she gotten? D'Artagnan has no way of knowing.]
[video]
[Seriously, Ruby is a safe bet in finding anything lost - a dog like Faraday? Piece of cake. Ruby's already heading out the door, camera slightly shaky.]
Where are you right now?
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smokin' hotbeautiful. No really, it takes a moment for him to answer.]I-- I'm-- [Hello? King's Musketeer, GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF.] Apologies. I'm on the fifth floor.
[He thought maybe she'd gone back to Philip's room, but no luck.]
[video] -> [action]
Will be with you in a moment.
[The video cuts out, but hey, the real thing is better anyway, right? And the real thing soon shows up in the corridor, endless legs, long shiny hair and all. She smiles.]
We haven't met yet, huh? I'm Ruby. Faraday hiding from you?
[action forever]
Yes, yes. She is. She doesn't usually run away like that, I think she just got overexcited...
[action forever]
[Ruby grins. She's not quite oblivious to the fact that d'Artagnan is... let's say flabbergasted, but she finds it very endearing. Knowing you're easy on the eyes is nice, after all, even though it's hardly what Ruby finds most important about herself.]
You got any of her toys with you?
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[He's struggling here, seriously. At her question, he frowns, thinking. Did he remember to...Ah!
He holds out a tennis ball.]
Only this.
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The hot girl is pretty weird, d'Artagnan, sorry.]
Okay. Should be enough. Follow me.
[She moves towards the staircase and... yes, she's apparently sniffing the air now, as if trying to catch a trail.]
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He's into it.When she takes it from him and holds it up to her nose, he holds up a finger.]Ah, that's been in her........mouth. [Hm. Too late, she's already walking, and sniffing the air. Huh. He follows.]
That's remarkable. [What a nice word for it.] Are you-- do you have an enhanced sense of smell?
[Don't ask obvious questions, D'Artagnan.]
I mean, are you some sort of hunter?
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Nah, not really. I've just always been really good at finding things. And... I have a pretty good nose, so to speak.
[Literally. d'Artagnan might notice that they seem to be doubling back towards his floor.]
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Interesting....
[Such a charmer.]
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[But Ruby laughs in good nature. Hey, she'll take an awkward guy over someone who feels entitled to slap her ass because she serves him coffee any day.
She slows down once they near d'Artagnan's room.]
Should be here, somewhere...
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[Where he comes from, 'interesting' isn't a nicety that people spout when they don't care. He genuinely thinks it's interesting.]
I find it hard to believe anyone would want to insult you, to be honest.
[He frowns and looks around. Hm.]
Faraday? Faraday!
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That a happy bark from inside d'Artagnan's room? Sure is.
Ruby refrains from commenting, just arches a brow in question.]
1/2
2/2
Faraday??
[And the dog whines and comes running out, and jumps on him. He can't even look at Ruby.]
She wasn't in there half an hour ago, I promise.
[action]
[Ruby leans against the wall for a moment, arms loosely crossed and fighting the amused grin on her face very hard.]
Gotta say, I'm impressed. This is a much better pick-up line than 'Come here often?' Very creative, and who can say no to a puppy and his dog?
[But by then she's smiling openly. There's no bite behind her words, just amusement and warmth. Well, maybe just a little mockery, too. But she crouches down to pull Faraday and ruffle her fur, so all's good.]
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When I moved to Paris I had to get creative. The women there are different than in Gascony, more complex, they think.
[He looks at her out of the corner of his eye.]
They're nothing compared to you, of course.
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Some nice flattery to go along with the whole 'I lost my dog play', smoothing it over. I like it, do continue.
[And she laughs, all bright eyes and white teeth. Because hey, why not? It's fun.]
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Well, what would you like? More flattery? An expressive show of my swordsmanship to woo you? Anything's possible.
[He scratches Faraday behind the ears, which she likes so much that she rolls over on her back, exposing her belly.]
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You could combine it. Because I mean, more flattery is always appreciated, y'know? But damn, do I love me some good swordsmanship. Blades are sexy.
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Well, in that case, the only proper course of action is to teach you how to use one. Come on.
[He stands and goes to his closet, opening it and pulling out a rapier that's appeared in there.]
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[She still looks mostly excited, but maybe also a little worried and unsure. Hey, learning about sword fighting? That's pretty cool.
Stabbing someone? Not so much.]
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Just don't point the sharp end at me, and we'll be fine. It's much easier than you think.
He goes to retrieve his own sword, and keeps the sharp end pointed down, showing her the hilt.]
This is the hilt. This part here protects your hand. The long part is the blade. You don't point a blade at someone unless you intend to challenge them.
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[Ruby weighs the blade in her hand. Only experience she has is with hunting knives to skin a deer or fend off a creepy guy. Or, in the case of Storybrooke, some mace in her purse. So sue her.]
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You hold it like this, with your stance like this as well. Imitate mine. This will keep you balanced, and make it easier for you to move.
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